“It will only happen if I am dead. As long as I am breathing, Aliya will never go to her husband’s house and leave Jidda behind here.”
They continued their discussion, fully absorbed in their conversation.
From the very day Ibrahim first set eyes on Jidda, he never found peace again. His love for her tormented his heart relentlessly. He made several attempts to visit their house—at least twice—but never succeeded in seeing her. He felt too shy to send for her, and even if he did, what would he say? He didn’t even know her name.
Neither Daddy nor Mummy knew what was truly troubling him. They only noticed that he had changed. Whenever they asked him what was wrong, he gave the same answer: that he simply wasn’t feeling well. Concerned, Daddy even called a family doctor to examine him, but the doctor found nothing wrong with his health.
As usual, he sat alone that day in the spacious living room of his private wing. He sat on a chair, a small table in front of him, his laptop open beside a small glass cup filled with coffee. Though he worked on the laptop, his thoughts were entirely consumed by Jidda. He pushed the laptop aside, picked up the cup, took a small sip, then placed it back on the glass coaster. Unable to concentrate, he shut the laptop completely, switched off all the lights in the living room, and headed to his bedroom.
He entered the bathroom, performed ablution, and climbed onto his bed—beautifully dressed with soft, luxurious bedcovers branded MAMAN AFRAH, neatly layered with a well-tailored blanket that added elegance to the room. He lay down, reached for his phone on the bedside table, checked the time, then placed it back. After whispering a prayer and wiping his body, he closed his handsome eyes, and sleep eventually claimed him—his mind filled entirely with thoughts of her.
The next morning, he woke up still thinking about her. He made a firm decision: wherever she was, as long as she was in Kano, he would find her. He needed to see her again—only then would his heart and soul find peace.
That evening, he took a shower and dressed carefully in an elegant ash-colored kufta, beautifully embroidered by hand. The embroidery blended perfectly with the fabric’s color. He completed his look with an ash cap designed with subtle white and light blue patterns. Standing before the mirror, he admired his appearance. He sprayed his carefully blended perfumes, and the room instantly filled with a soft, captivating fragrance that pierced the heart.
He informed Mummy that he was going to see his friend, Abeed. Stepping outside, he entered his brand-new ash-colored car, gleaming brilliantly. The windows were tinted dark, concealing whoever was inside. The gatekeeper opened the gate respectfully, waving and offering prayers for a safe journey. It was clear this was a special outing—no driver accompanied him. He only sounded the horn in response, silently acknowledging the guard’s prayers.
“It will only happen if I am dead. As long as I am breathing, Aliya will never go to her husband’s house and leave Jidda behind here.”
They continued their discussion, fully absorbed in their conversation.
From the very day Ibrahim first set eyes on Jidda, he never found peace again. His love for her tormented his heart relentlessly. He made several attempts to visit their house—at least twice—but never succeeded in seeing her. He felt too shy to send for her, and even if he did, what would he say? He didn’t even know her name.
Neither Daddy nor Mummy knew what was truly troubling him. They only noticed that he had changed. Whenever they asked him what was wrong, he gave the same answer: that he simply wasn’t feeling well. Concerned, Daddy even called a family doctor to examine him, but the doctor found nothing wrong with his health.
As usual, he sat alone that day in the spacious living room of his private wing. He sat on a chair, a small table in front of him, his laptop open beside a small glass cup filled with coffee. Though he worked on the laptop, his thoughts were entirely consumed by Jidda. He pushed the laptop aside, picked up the cup, took a small sip, then placed it back on the glass coaster. Unable to concentrate, he shut the laptop completely, switched off all the lights in the living room, and headed to his bedroom.
He entered the bathroom, performed ablution, and climbed onto his bed—beautifully dressed with soft, luxurious bedcovers branded MAMAN AFRAH, neatly layered with a well-tailored blanket that added elegance to the room. He lay down, reached for his phone on the bedside table, checked the time, then placed it back. After whispering a prayer and wiping his body, he closed his handsome eyes, and sleep eventually claimed him—his mind filled entirely with thoughts of her.
The next morning, he woke up still thinking about her. He made a firm decision: wherever she was, as long as she was in Kano, he would find her. He needed to see her again—only then would his heart and soul find peace.
That evening, he took a shower and dressed carefully in an elegant ash-colored kufta, beautifully embroidered by hand. The embroidery blended perfectly with the fabric’s color. He completed his look with an ash cap designed with subtle white and light blue patterns. Standing before the mirror, he admired his appearance. He sprayed his carefully blended perfumes, and the room instantly filled with a soft, captivating fragrance that pierced the heart.
He informed Mummy that he was going to see his friend, Abeed. Stepping outside, he entered his brand-new ash-colored car, gleaming brilliantly. The windows were tinted dark, concealing whoever was inside. The gatekeeper opened the gate respectfully, waving and offering prayers for a safe journey. It was clear this was a special outing—no driver accompanied him. He only sounded the horn in response, silently acknowledging the guard’s prayers.
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